Re-entry is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated. There are a thousand things I want to tell you about a place that could not be more different than the home in which I live, while at the same time being so similar it is almost intoxicating.
I'm not sure how to organize my thoughts, so I don't think I will attempt that today. Honestly, my head is kind of in a fog. For the past eight days I have been so focused on my time in Haiti that I have not thought about much else. Making normal conversation today even seems to be a challenge.
I was confident that my children were being well cared for while we were away, and that gift meant that I could truly focus each moment, trying to absorb everything I possibly could about this country that had just recently drawn me in. Because of this great gift and the strand of peace that maybe has never been stronger, I didn't wish the time away, not even for a second.
I will tell you that my journal entries each night ended with my thoughts on whether or not we would be back.
They read something like this...
Day 1 - I think I can make it through the next six days.
Day 2 - I don't know if there will be a next time, but I really enjoyed today.
Day 3 - Yep, we'll be back and here's a list of things I want to bring...
Day 4 - Me to Seth, "Which of our friends do you think we could get to come with us?"
It didn't take long to love this place, and more than the place, the people. Over the next couple weeks I will get my thoughts together to tell you about our days, introduce you to some incredible people, and invite you to participate with us in a project or two.
Thank you for your prayers dear friends!
By the way...I have been called, "Grandma" several times today.